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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Good Girl by Lauren Layne Blog Tour

Lauren Layne brings all the unpredictable heat of her USA
Today bestseller Blurred Lines to an all-new cast of characters!
Country music’s favorite good girl is hiding away from the world—only to find herself
bunking with a guy who makes her want to be a little bad.

Jenny Dawson moved to Nashville to write music, not get famous. But when her
latest record goes double platinum, Jenny’s suddenly one of the town’s biggest
stars—and the center of a tabloid scandal connecting her with a pop star she’s
barely even met. With paparazzi tracking her every move, Jenny flees to a
remote mansion in Louisiana to write her next album. The only hiccup is the
unexpected presence of a brooding young caretaker named Noah, whose foul mouth
and snap judgments lead to constant bickering—and serious heat.

Noah really should tell Jenny that he’s Preston Noah Maxwell Walcott, the owner
of the estate where the feisty country singer has made her spoiled self at
home. But the charade gives Noah a much-needed break from his own troubles, and
before long, their verbal sparring is indistinguishable from foreplay. But as
sizzling nights give way to quiet pillow talk, Noah begins to realize that
Jenny’s almost as complicated as he is. To fit into each other’s lives, they’ll
need the courage to face their problems together—before the outside world
catches up to them.

I love Amber to death, but she’s not usually one for sweet-talking. She’s more the type of friend who will actually tell you that a certain pair of jeans absolutely makes your butt look big.

I go very still, wondering if I’m going to need more chocolate chips for this. “What? Tell me.”

“Have you ever hooked up with Shawn Bates?”

I make a face. “Yuck, no.”

“But you’ve hung out?”

“No. I’ve met him, like, twice. Maybe three times.”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

My heart is pounding now, because there’s an urgency in Amber’s voice that I’m not used to hearing. “I don’t know. The Grammys, I guess. We had our picture taken together, I think.”

Shawn Bates is one of those ridiculously good-looking guys who’s also been blessed with a decent voice. He won best pop vocal album three years in a row.

He was up against me for album of the year. I can’t imagine he was thrilled about losing, but he was friendly enough. A little skeevy, but maybe that’s because I only know his reputation. And I, of all people, know not to believe everything you hear.

“Do you have your laptop handy?” Amber asks in that scary quiet voice.

Oh, crap. Instinctively I know this is bad. Really bad.

I stand, heading into the kitchen, where I left my iPad, Dolly trotting along at my ankles, happy and oblivious with her little chipmunk in her mouth.

“Which site?” I say as I turn on the tablet.

“Any of them.”

As it turns out, I don’t even need to go to a celebrity gossip site. I was reading Google News this morning with my coffee, and it’s still up on my browser window.

Only this time...

This time I am the news.

I stare blindly, clicking on the top article, my eyes reading the headline about a dozen times before my brain finally registers it: “Does America’s Favorite Good Girl Have a Secret Seductress Side?”

Below the headline is a picture of me and Shawn at the Grammys, both of us with awards in hand. My head is tilted back in a laugh, and even though I know my happiness comes from winning the award rather than my proximity to Shawn Bates, I have to admit that I look semi-smitten with the guy.

His eyes are locked on my cleavage, his smile far more intimate than it has a right to be considering that our conversation lasted only a split second longer than the picture itself.

At the time, I’d thought the shimmering pink dress the perfect combination of sweet and sexy, but looking at it now, with this headline, it seems garish. My smile’s too wide, my posture too open, my smoky eye makeup too much...

“Jenny. Talk to me,” Amber says.

“It’ll pass, right?” I say, still unable to look away from the photo to actually read the article.

Amber doesn’t reply, and Dolly lets out a sad little whimpering noise before sitting on top of my foot as though trying to shield me from what’s to come.

“It’s just another stupid rumor,” I say. “The tabloids are getting exceedingly bold. I can sue, right? And Shawn can sue, and we’ll—”

“Shawn confirmed it,” Amber says.

My ears buzz. “What?”

“This morning. Coming out of the gym, the vultures were all over him. Instead of keeping his mouth shut, Shawn said, and I quote, ‘Look, I’m not proud of my actions, but I can’t be the first guy to get pulled into Jenny Dawson’s vortex, and I’m sure I won’t be the last. At this point, all I can do is look forward and try to make amends.’”

“What is he talking about?” I squeak, my eyes closing as I pull hard on my ponytail in frustration. “Make amends for what? My vortex? Is that a thing?”

“It gets worse,” Amber says, her voice miserable.

“I don’t know how that’s even possible.”

“He’s not the only one who’s confirmed the story.”

I blink. “Someone else is also delusional?”

“Yeah. His wife.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

I don’t know much about Shawn Bates’s wife, but pretty much everyone knows their story. Childhood sweethearts who started dating in middle school, they got married right out of high school, shortly before Shawn got famous.

There are always rumors that he’s cheating, but like I’ve said, I don’t put much faith in rumors.

One thing I know for sure is that if he is cheating, it’s not with me.

“She posted a tearful selfie on every single social media platform along with a big old statement about how she and Shawn are going through a rough patch, but their love is stronger than any country-singing home wrecker.”

“I’m not a home wrecker.”

“I know that, J. But you have that song, and there’s that picture—”

“The song was euphemistic!” I say, referring to my first hit single, a song I wrote about all the things that can come between a couple once the honeymoon period’s over: the TV, bills, iPhones, work. Those are the home wreckers.

Not me.

Reviews by the
Wicked Reads Review Team

Kris – ☆☆☆☆☆
ADORED this story! From front to back, the book was fun, funny & sincere.
Noah & Jenny were the perfect amount of "can’t do this, but can’t stay
away" that I fall for, every time. Not overdone! Not so many near misses
that you wanna groan & roll your eyes. Just the perfect amount of "OMG
did he just do that? Did he just say that?" That keeps you fervently
turning those pages to see what's next. She's the all American country music
star, he's a begrudging CEO's son who has to take over the company after his
father's death. Both trying to leave all the demands of their lives behind just
for a little bit and end up at Noah's newly acquired fixer upper house that
used to be a music conservatory when Jenny was a girl. Noah is hiding from a
crazy ex-fiancée (who isn't on board with the EX part) and Jenny's hiding from
a bit of a tabloid scandal. Their coming together is a story I enjoyed
completely & thoroughly!

Lee’Anne – ☆☆☆☆
I really liked this story and its unique plotline. This is my first Laura Layne
book and I look forward to reading more from her!

Jenny Dawson is a country music star who has the unfortunate luck of being
picked on by the paparazzi for not having a perfectly flat stomach. Then things
escalate to her supposedly having an affair with several married men, prompting
Jenny to escape LA and head off the grid for a while. Jenny chooses a small
town in Louisiana where she went to a music retreat as a kid. When she arrives,
she meets the sexy-but-grouchy “caretaker” Noah Maxwell. Prescott Noah Maxwell
Wilcott was raised poor and when he was a teen his rich father decided to claim
him, now, years later his father has recently passed away, leaving Noah more
money than he knows what to do with. He doesn’t even realize he owns the
run-down mansion that Jenny Dawson wants to stay at until he receives her
email. When Jenny sees Noah, she assumes he’s the help and Noah doesn’t correct
her, the two bicker in the beginning but the sexual tension grows until it
snaps. Noah is very hot and cold, accusing Jenny of being a whore several times
and being an all-around douche to Jenny until she finally decides she’s had
enough and sets out to get her revenge…

This was an intriguing, original plotline which I really enjoyed. I love
Jenny’s character, she comes off as being a snob but she’s really just a
country girl at heart and the author does a fantastic job of having that shine
through. I love the banter between Jenny and Noah, it had me laughing out loud.
I look forward to reading more from this author!

Lauren Layne is the USA Today
Bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A
year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a
fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals.

Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian.
When not writing, you'll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes),
or at happy hour (often).

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